Foreign News: Whose Anthem, Anyhow?

The crowd packed into Holford
Square. In a drab house in this drab square in a drab suburb of London,
Nikolai Lenin lived and dreamed for a few months in 1903, when the
Congress of Russian Social Democrats was convened in the capital of
imperial Britain. One thing he never dreamed was that a bust of himself
would one day be unveiled there. Last week one was.

Ambassador Maisky pulled a cord. The
Union Jack and the Hammer & Sickle drew apart, revealed Lenin's likeness
in white concrete against a red background, over a concrete block with
a red marble top....